A/N: Self-insert with my husband, Bro Strider :) Cute lil panel edits here, so I'm super excited :33
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In the bowels of a different ship, at a moment in time that is not pinpointable in either direction from the previous interaction, another Bro raps quietly to himself.
BRO: i dunno who the flower is in this case
BRO: shit what if im the flower
ANGEL: so,
ANGEL: bro.
BRO: no hold up that makes no fuckin sense i gotta rewind back to the beginning
ANGEL: are you just going to keep mumbling to yourself, or can—
BRO: oh shit sorry what
BRO: i was just thinking through some really convoluted metaphorical horseshit
ANGEL: it was very evident.
BRO: my b girl
BRO: what were you saying
ANGEL: i was suggesting we go somewhere else on the ship while we wait for the laundry.
ANGEL: seeing as the washer is really making my ears hurt with its consistent whirring.
ANGEL: but yet all that has happened since you started the load was use this said whirring sound as a beat to rap about flowers...
ANGEL: you'll either have to speak up or let me the fuck out of here.
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BRO: ok fine ill do the first one
ANGEL: yay. flowers.
BRO: so uh
BRO: kanaya was telling me this kids story the other day about this dude who didnt cherish a flower enough until it peaced out to do flower stuff idk its not pertinent to the story
